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On the bright side I learned

Illness would come to me

When I was out of town

It would not miss a beat

I spent my whole vacation lying around

Speaking through a tunnel, out of a druggy haze

Reading your words on the screen that first night I arrived

To hit me while I’m down

 

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

 

The weather fell short 

Of our expectations

In a place known for cloudless blue skies

It was chilly and wet

The day that they married – not a single dry eye

And everyone’s a pundit after the cork is popped

Save your money, do first for your honey and all that good stuff

I was too sick to tune in

Miss, do you need some air?

Someone’s taken my champagne

 

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

It’s a passing phase –

 

In case they notice I’ve been a bad guest

I have myself planned a small escape hatch

My eyes grow heavy, my smile grows wide on the antihistamine

Now cake and Nyquil will send me back flat- faced on my 

King-sized bed 

At the La Quinta Inn

 

There’s a lot of thinking I could do

There are a lot of thoughts I’m passed out to

Must I spell it out –

 

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

 

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

 

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

Don’t you get it I’ve still got you under my skin

 

It’s a passing phase – 

 

Copyright © 2008 Rachel Zylstra
From Before You Could Decide, 2008